posted on September 3, 2010 at 10:39 pm

that good night

rocknroll can bite back

its unpredictable

it can do anything it wants

as long as its in E

the tour bus flying into a black wet night

the boys dream in their bunks

as the miles go under

moon rises higher in sky

hash stashed somewhere by neil young

the dead sing through the night up front

people wait on up ahead

with the future behind em

someone appears selling the wink wink stuff

some woman appears you met in vladivostok

a guy wants to interview you for a book

that magazine just came out with the bad review

someone from home on the phone

did you get the package from tasmania

unidentified song enters into our airspace

2 guitars working against each other like serpents entwined

yeah i like that

and the bass lowdown n bit a boom

drummerboy  he is a thumper

the beat grabs you n marches you off down the road

through that swampy  fuzz the haze the smoke

ghosts at the crossroads

the guitar hovers in tremolo cloud

i realise i am alone in this hotel again

all have faded away

the last notes

the curling receipts

the festive evening

the scratches on your fender jag

left in the boot of a triumph stag

a fan says she cant stand your new record

a critic doesnt even mention it on his column

a lighting rigger falls off his ladder in LA

a guy from this record company bought you a ticket

you never felt aloner as you do another phoner

too tired to sleep too awake to relax

a banging noise outside the gate of dreams

a jolt a swerve a lurch a tumble

texas next thru the subtext

where did you write those lyrics ?

in the sand in the land with my own hand

we worship the sun planet star

someone on the other side of the wall moans

our music has evolved from its beginnings in antiquity

we follow the complex cypher

we gild the glyph

we identify oncoming objects

life space music

it joins up it shatters

it keeps mellifluating

it keeps rolling over us like sign waves

guitar overdub is a shadowy affair

it replicates and reassures

a bumping sound makes me wake

nothing anywhere at all though

the boys keep dreaming

the bus speeds on through big green cities

our instruments will arrive before us

i cant get all the stuff back in my suitcase

it just wont go in anymore

i feel sick but i keep on eating more junk

the audience were in different

man i need timeoff

its only drizzling now its quite pleasant out there

rush of traffic miles below

mingles with final cymbal wash

then its ok

15 Responses to “demo tape”

  1. avatar
    Freddie | 3 September 2010 at 10:56 pm #

    After all those years living like this, what surprises me most about you is how you still feel everything so much. (hugs)

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    Elvis | 4 September 2010 at 12:45 am #

    Come-own Killbee, furgott to mention ole Elvaz her’? Mun, you been sippin’ the sauce lately or where u common up wit this her stuff now Mr. Killbee? Welp, I had plenty ole demo tapes back in the day too, thawts fur shure. Plenty of em’

    Glory glory hallelujah, glory glory hallelujah, glory glory hallelujah, the truth is marching own…thank yuh man and Huppy Lubbar Dayz!

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    Name | 4 September 2010 at 1:15 am #

    That’s why it’s all best in E

  4. avatar
    cazziem | 4 September 2010 at 4:30 am #

    ‘2 guitars working against each other like serpents entwined’, this line reminded me of ‘Duelling Banjos’.

    Have to say though SK from all the various productions, appearance and gigs; you probably could do with a well earned rest. Yeah the bills have to be paid but there’s a difference between working to live and living to work! May some time for you too. x

  5. avatar
    edd | 4 September 2010 at 4:32 am #

    ….”we guild the glyph….”…Yass..yass…..

  6. avatar
    Cecilia | 4 September 2010 at 4:35 am #

    the ultimate collection

  7. avatar
    M E M | 4 September 2010 at 5:31 am #

    thanks to everyone here connected to the timebeing who donated to tarot mem (my only source of income at present – god, that’s a pathetic statement!) i have three signed and numbered editions left, so if there are any other beings in this metaverse who are ready, willing, and able… the coven is almost complete – more info here: http://bsauhz.blogspot.com/ thanks a billion! MEM

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    Lara | 4 September 2010 at 6:05 am #

    Enjoying these posts. You’ve been on a streak since the launch of the new TTB.

    • avatar
      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 5 September 2010 at 12:10 am #

      I have to agree with Lara, this is the best stuff u have written and posted in years- you appear very focused.
      Al Always,
      BrokenToysAndHeros

  9. avatar
    hellbound heart | 4 September 2010 at 6:33 am #

    what a bittersweet, melancholy piece……fame being a double-edge sword, ay?

    love always…..

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    Cedgie | 4 September 2010 at 6:40 am #

    I just read this rocknroll memoir start to end & when I got to the end…. I read it again from end to start & it was still unpredictable! Hope the lighting rigger wasn’t seriously hurt wink wink

  11. avatar
    Thomas Thomsen | 4 September 2010 at 10:00 am #

    Guess Elvis really is alive after all. Glory Glory Hallelujah! 🙂

    I wish!

  12. avatar
    Karen | 4 September 2010 at 7:44 pm #

    Dec anon? ok thanks…

  13. avatar
    ticktockclarice | 4 September 2010 at 8:00 pm #

    This has nothing to do with your post but as it’s music month i hope you’ll let it slide. Have been listening to both the new Interpol and new Brandon Flowers albums (what should we call them these days, not albums? Cds? Downloads?} today which has done my head in a bit. Both the most depressing and possibly the most fun, optimistic, uplifting albums of the year in continual loop. Both fantastic. Both Lights by Interpol and Crossfire by Brandon give me goose pimples/chicken flesh. In fact, being a Virgo, i think that wherever my soul comes from, Interpol is the music that plays there.(ie very desolate and bleak and haunting) And the Church too of course. But loving the Brandon Flowers one more than i expected. Is getting bagged but i love it. I love that bands are sums of their influences and his are so transparent. Yes, he loves Morrisey and New Order and Springsteen and gospel but i think they go together surprisingly well. It might be a mess but it’s a fascinating mess. And (this is my Mighty Boosh influence) a lot of his songs have a Mexican influence and are very fun to dance to in a poncho. It’s impossible to be sad in a poncho, it’s true.

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    ticktockclarice | 4 September 2010 at 8:42 pm #

    Teach me to meet my desires with some grace…..indeed. (Interpol) A trick i’ve not yet learnt obviously. I’m so sorry Freddie and Lisa and all who’ve tried to help me, of course i’m off my face again (told ya Steve gave me 2 weeks, nothing more) I’m sorry and embarrassed and regretful but there’s no way in the course of my normal life i would’ve had my kids dance to music in ponchos unless i was pissed and that’s the dichotomy of the disease.. I’m fun for a couple of hours until i become scary….


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